by Kathy D’Arcy

With internet instructions in front of the fire

I am drowning it in pink, scrubbing dry off with wet, 

repeating,

and I have lost my inflammable remover

and your father's removal is in two hours

and on the screen Hepburn's round face

is wrapped in a progression of veils,

her shining hair falls away under the scissors

and in her black notebook she writes: "I accuse myself..."